The pair sat in silence for quite some time after that. Harry was so embarrassed that he'd let himself slip up, "Bet that's what she was hoping for" he thought to himself.
Cho lay wide-awake in the next bed. She hadn't said a thing. Harry wondered how she felt about all this and what was going through her head right now. Dare he ask her? She already knew how he felt now anyway. Or maybe, maybe he could lie his way out of it - he'd certainly had enough experience of that with Snape.
Harry thought to himself, he didn't want to lie his way out of it: It was true that he liked Cho and now that she knew maybe he would stand half a chance.
"Cho?" Harry said suddenly
"Hmmm?"
He didn't know what to say, exactly how was he supposed to interpret what he was thinking? But to his surprise (and gratitude) Cho spoke first.
"Did you really mean it?" she said.
"Well," he paused - it wasn't too late to get out of this, but he thought the better of it. "Yeah. Yeah I did, actually"
"So all that rambling after you said it..."
"…was just me trying to get out of it." Harry finished the sentence for her. He grinned. "You know, try to save myself some embarrassment."
Cho looked at him and to his relief she was smiling. It was a rather awkward sort of smile though, she looked like she was having some sort of mental argument with herself - it was obvious to Harry what she was thinking.
"So," said Harry, trying to brake the silence.
"Yeah," said Cho.
"So, um, what…um….what do you…think?"
Cho looked at him; her smile faded a little. Then, to his immense surprise, she leaned in and kissed him.
Harry's whole body went suddenly numb. He wasn't quite sure what to do here, this wasn't what he'd expected, but it was certainly what he'd been hoping for ages now, so he kissed her back.
He was aware of the way his cheeks were burning, the way his eyes had involuntarily closed themselves and the way he had somehow managed to get his arms around Cho - he was also aware of the way Cho had managed to do the same. All he could think of now was the hope that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't walk in.
Cho lay wide-awake in the next bed. She hadn't said a thing. Harry wondered how she felt about all this and what was going through her head right now. Dare he ask her? She already knew how he felt now anyway. Or maybe, maybe he could lie his way out of it - he'd certainly had enough experience of that with Snape.
Harry thought to himself, he didn't want to lie his way out of it: It was true that he liked Cho and now that she knew maybe he would stand half a chance.
"Cho?" Harry said suddenly
"Hmmm?"
He didn't know what to say, exactly how was he supposed to interpret what he was thinking? But to his surprise (and gratitude) Cho spoke first.
"Did you really mean it?" she said.
"Well," he paused - it wasn't too late to get out of this, but he thought the better of it. "Yeah. Yeah I did, actually"
"So all that rambling after you said it..."
"…was just me trying to get out of it." Harry finished the sentence for her. He grinned. "You know, try to save myself some embarrassment."
Cho looked at him and to his relief she was smiling. It was a rather awkward sort of smile though, she looked like she was having some sort of mental argument with herself - it was obvious to Harry what she was thinking.
"So," said Harry, trying to brake the silence.
"Yeah," said Cho.
"So, um, what…um….what do you…think?"
Cho looked at him; her smile faded a little. Then, to his immense surprise, she leaned in and kissed him.
Harry's whole body went suddenly numb. He wasn't quite sure what to do here, this wasn't what he'd expected, but it was certainly what he'd been hoping for ages now, so he kissed her back.
He was aware of the way his cheeks were burning, the way his eyes had involuntarily closed themselves and the way he had somehow managed to get his arms around Cho - he was also aware of the way Cho had managed to do the same. All he could think of now was the hope that Madam Pomfrey wouldn't walk in.